Surviving the storm

Only during the storm I use to feel so much peace

The wind tearing into my hair and the cold breeze wickedly caressing my lips like a lovers promise

The waves crashing like the battles of everyday life .

I use to only function in the chaos , it was all I knew.

The only feelings of such highs and lows my heroin , my constant companions as the lows would definitely follow the highs.

Now the storm doesn’t scare me but I no longer love it .

You’ve made me love the calm of the sun in the morning the feel of the sand beneath my toes sinking but not drowning

You’re my calm